So, a few weeks ago, I had this crazy idea to ask out my hubby in a fun, creative way. You know, the way we used to ask out guys (or vice-versa) to dances? So, I asked friends and family for ideas and got a lot of fun, creative ideas for ways to ask him out and what to do on our date.
I settled on blowing up a bunch of balloons and sticking a word in each of the balloons. He was to put together the message by lining up the first letter in each of the words to spell out: "Will You Go On A Date With Me?"
Here are the words I used and how they lined up:
Wowzainterestinglovedluscious lipsYummyoutstandinguniqueGroovyone & onlyOsculatorneatoAmazingDearawesometerrificexcitingWonderfulincrediblethoughtfulhubba, hubbaMyeverything?(Oh, and I was so proud of myself - I found a word that Brandon didn't know - osculator. For anybody that knows Brandon, they know that he knows the definition to just about everything. So, I was super happy to find a word he didn't know. Oh, you don't know it either? Hmm. Neither did I, but osculate means to kiss. And, yes, Brandon is a good kisser. But, I'm not one to kiss and tell!)
(And, to prove he's good with words and puzzles - once he had all of the papers out and on his desk, it took him about 60 seconds total to line it all up and figure out the question.)
And, here's the poem that I wrote to ask him out:
Oh my goodness! What a mess!
Best to clean it right away.
Seeing pink, seeing red
at the start of this fine day.
Clean them up now - what to do?
How to get rid of balloons?
Wait a sec - what’s inside?
This will take all afternoon!
Take a needle, take a pin.
Make a noise that’s really loud.
Pop those balls, pop them now.
Let us see what it’s about.
Read those papers - line them up.
Find the message that they spell
Got your answer? Let me know!
By the 24th? That’s swell!
Who did send this? Don’t you know?
She’s a blond who’s kind of short.
One who loves you - (YES, your wife!)
She who captured your sweet heart!
So, I determined that I was going to dump those balloons in his office to ask him out. Thursday would be perfect because he had his Spanish class to teach that night. I went into his office on Wednesday just to check with one of his co-workers to make sure it would be all right, and after getting the green-light and the thumbs-up, I decided to go for it.
But, then, I hit a snag. I needed his keys to get into the building. And, he would have his keys on him while teaching his class Thursday night. And, he wasn't coming home before his class so I could snag his keys, because he had parent-teacher conferences that night. Ahh!
But, then brilliance hit. I was buying the balloons for his little caper, when I ran into a neighbor. I asked if she was going to be home in the evening so she could watch my boys while I ran to decorate his office. She mentioned that other than going to our Relief Society meeting, she'd be home all evening. Aha! Brandon would be home just before R.S. so I decided that I would take his truck, asking him to switch car seats around in the van while I was gone.
(He forgot to switch the car seats, but the fact that I took his truck didn't even faze him.)So, while he was at PTC, I spent a couple of hours blowing up balloons. All by myself. I ran out of breath more than once.
(I must really love this guy!) I kept grinning, though, when I saw the pile of balloons getting bigger and bigger, and the little roll of papers getting smaller as each one got stuffed into a balloon.
The boys and I ran the balloons over to my neighbors house so Brandon wouldn't see them when he got home. Just as left, we heard a truck coming around the corner, so we booked it home as quick as we could. We didn't want Brandon to wonder why we were all running to the neighbors house and back home so fast, so we ran into the house and collapsed on the floor laughing. It turned out not to be him.
Anyway, I went to the R.S. Meeting (so that I could honestly say I had been), but left a few minutes early to get some helium balloons blown up for him. I drove to the high school, then climbed out of the truck with three HUGE black garbage bags in hand, along with the balloons I had just bought. I felt very conspicuous as I was climbing up the steps to the outer door of the counseling center. I hoped nobody would call the cops on me.
"Um, hi, police department? I just wanted to report something strange going on at the high school. Some lady is walking around with three great big garbage bags, and she keeps looking around like she's not supposed to be here. She looks guilty. Of something. I don't know what, but you should probably come check it out."(I was hearing Brian Regan's voice in my head as I wrote that out, for some reason.)
Anyway, I got in, opened up the counseling center (it's really weird being there late at night, in the dark, with no one else there), then unlocked his office door and went to work.
While I was emptying the three big garbage bags of balloons, one of them popped. Oh. My. Goodness!!!! That scared me so bad. (Just think - very empty, very dark, very "not-where-I-should-be" building and a VERY loud pop. YIKES!) Anyway, I finished up with a silly grin on my face, and then went home, trying REALLY hard to not let on that I had done anything at all to his office.
The next morning was
incredibly hard for me. I woke up with a grin on my face, but had to put on my "I'msotiredIjustwantogobacktobed" face. I managed to keep that face on, though, until Brandon had pulled out and around the corner to head to school.
Then, I got on the computer, sat the phone right next to me, and waited. I didn't have long to wait. I got an IM a few minutes after I sat down that said, "You are a turkey, and a doll! Now I'm getting fired for disruptingly loud bangs every 5 seconds."
(He also called me a sneaky little devil, and said that when he opened the door, he thought that "one of his MANY female secret admirers had found him." Little stinker!) We chatted a bit more, and I told him the date would take place towards the end of February.
(To be continued . . .)
